Lib Novel Page 78
When she moans in pain, I hold her shoulders and gently shake her.
“Daisy!”
She rises with a shriek leaving her lips.
“Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe.”
“W-where am I?” Her teeth chatter, and I gently hold her face to find her frozen.
“You’re home, butterfly. You’re safe with me.” I get beside her and pull her against my warm chest before bringing the covers over us.
“Can you p-please turn on the h-heat, Charles?” She continues to stutter.
“It’s at max.” I rub her hands against mine.
Her ice-cold cheek rest against my bare warm chest. Her breaths come in pants, caressing my skin.
My fists clench as I will my heartbeat to slow down the thrumming that has recently started to make an appearance every time Daisy is around. I hate myself for loving the way she fits against me and the way she affects my body.
My wife. Fragile on the outside, with nerves of steel. Mine to protect from every threat.
“Then the radiator must be broken. What’s the use of so much money if you can’t get it fixed?” Her chatter used to sound nonsensical, but now I can’t get enough of it.
“Do you really think I’d let my beautiful wife sleep in a cold room?” I whisper against her ear.
This time when she shivers, I know it’s not because of the cold, but me.
Daisy’s Bambi-brown eyes wide with surprise slowly turn up to me.
“Save your charm for when there’s an audience, husband.”
“Don’t worry, there’s plenty where that came from.” I hide my smile in her hair, inhaling her shampoo.
“Who knew you’d have a caring bone in your body?”
Her voice is no longer quivering as before, but goose bumps rise on her arms under my touch.
“I have enough bones you’re not familiar with.”
“Did you just make a dirty joke, Charles A. Hawthorne?” She squeals, turning around in a flash.
Ensuring she doesn’t fall from the bed, I pull her closer, and that’s how my wife lands smack right on my lap. Her face is an inch away from mine. Her feet are on either side of my hips, and her butt is right on top of my cock, which has become more and more aware of her presence.
“I pointed out the truth. Plus, the part you’re referring to”—which now jerks its neck as if waving a hello—“is not really a bone but tissue.”
“Then why is it called a boner?” she asks while the organ gets to full mast. There’s no way she’s missing it.
“Are you really asking me that right now?” I raise an eyebrow, and Daisy finally smiles for the first time since waking up from whatever nightmare hit her.
As if the same thought crosses her mind, her smile drops. “Can you stay here for a little longer?”
I nod. “I can’t go anywhere anyway. My little wife has me captive.”
Her grin is wide, warming my insides. Folding her arms over her chest, Daisy leans in. “Yes, I do. Who knew you could be so well-behaved!”
“Well-behaved? What am I, a dog?” Laughter spurts out of my mouth.
“No, you are my big, bad husband.” Her jaw drops, because in the same instant, that big part of me jerks, once again making its presence known. “Sorry. I didn’t think before speaking.”